Erik
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Post by Erik on Sept 27, 2010 16:03:02 GMT
Micah was one of the safest options within the pack when he was looking for something or someone to take out his frustrations on, someone that was always good sport if a little limp and submissive at times, almost too submissive. Erik liked the fact that the Omega knew his place, that he behaved as he should, never once daring to speak out of turn when there was enough thought in that empty head of his to know being rude would be a terrible mistake or to try and fight back properly but at the same time, part of Erik wished that he would, that those unpredictable and rare snaps of mood would occur. There was much fun to be had in destroying fire as well as trampling on an already crushed soul.
It was disappointing in a way, Micah refusing to rise to the bait, to pull away from Faye or challenge them with a look or motion. He wished he had, that his mood shifted or there had been some tiny little thing that they could have used as an excuse – not that Erik and he strongly suspected Faye, needed an excuse to torment the Omega but it would have made it that much more enjoyable if they had one, if Micah would realise that his punishments were all his own fault.
“There is so much to be sorry for Micah, what exactly are you apologising about this time?” Erik liked watching him stumble over his words, trying to avoid the traps that were laid in each and every one both uttered to him.
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Micah
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Micah on Oct 9, 2010 16:07:54 GMT
A wolf could only ignore his instincts for so long and every one Micah possessed, submissive or not, had been telling him in no uncertain way to get out, get away, put distance between himself and the pair who enjoyed causing and witnessing pain in others. Pain was wrong, it ruined things, and yet Micah was so familiar with it, he had experienced it more times than he could count, even caused it himself in dark, dismal times when it felt like it would help rather than hurt. He'd been wrong and it had hurt, so much, and he'd stopped himself, blood on his hands and--
He had to get away. Get out, get away, go.
The voices of the other wolves close to him were lost to the sea of white noise and panic buzzing in Micah's ears as his heartbeat quickened, breathing picking up pace to join it, blue eyes widening with fear. Get out. Get away. Go now. With a strangled sound of alarm in the back of his throat, Micah moved to twist out of Faye's grip and bolt for one of the doors leading out of the courtyard and back into the mansion.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Oct 12, 2010 15:27:41 GMT
One of the worst things that could be done was to try pulling away from Faye. Doing such a thing put her in an extremely bad mood, which was something that anyone in their right mind should, according to her way of thinking, attempt to avoid at all costs. She was not the sort of individual that anyone wanted to make angry, especially if they knew what was good for them, something, it was beginning to seem, she had not made clear enough to Micah. Or, perhaps, he had simply forgotten and it was a lesson that needed to be reinforced.
It was something she knew Micah wouldn’t enjoy, but if he was smart, he wouldn’t forget again.
She gave Micah the briefest of moments before she gave a low, warning growl and tightened her grip on him, pulling him back. Faye forced herself not to pull too hard- there was no use in accidentally hurting him. When she made him hurt, she wanted it to be intentional. It was so much more fun that way.
“Be smart, Micah. I know you aren’t the most intelligent, but even you’re smart enough to know better than to try running away from us.”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Oct 25, 2010 14:38:09 GMT
Micah wasn't really thinking right then. As far as the Omega was concerned, a switch had been flicked and he had flipped from one to the other. With a gasp he was pulled back by Faye and her tightened grip and behind a messy sweep of tumbled dark hair his eyes lifted to hers, wounded and concerned, an animal waiting for the inevitable strike.
They were no longer blue but green. Pale, wolfen green.
"Let go," he mumbled abruptly, the two simple words wound through with a small, feral whine. He pulled against her, trying to tug away and to freedom, pushing out the request again on a hurried breath of air, "Let me go," as he went, giving another tug as the wolf in him whimpered and railed against the hold, just wanting to get out, get away, go and hide alone in the dark where no one could hurt him.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Nov 29, 2010 23:41:36 GMT
Not thinking was an extremely bad mistake to make, especially around Faye and especially when she was already well on her way to a bad mood, which she was. All of Micah’s attempting to escape was bad enough, but now he had actually told her to do something. She didn’t care about the scared, injured puppy look he was giving her, she didn’t care that she might hurt him as she tightened her grip on him even more and she didn’t care if he thought to go complaining to someone who might actually care about what was going on.
He had made her angry, now, and that didn’t bode well for him.
Using her free hand, she hit him across the side of the face, her position not exactly perfect for landing a really good blow, but good enough to make sure she could hit him and make it painful. “Stop it, Micah. Now. You know better than to push me and if you don’t, then you should. I don’t think that’s a lesson you really want.”
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Micah
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Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Dec 1, 2010 19:42:26 GMT
The only member of the pack who would care about what was going on now was Jesse. Jesse took care of Micah but he was only one wolf, as strong and steady and safe as he was. He was only one wolf in a whole pack and Lucian made demands on his time that kept him away sometimes when the Omega needed him. Right now he was alone with Faye and Erik and there was no help in sight, nowhere to turn.
A short, breathless gasp rushed out of him as her hold on his shoulder tightened, enough to bruise, threatening to go beyond that and do more damage moments before her hand landed that sharp strike across his face. His hair swung across his face, hiding his eyes as they closed tightly, flashing from green to blue, one and then the other, the two sides blurring and the lines in the sand becoming smudged, like a hand had come to sweep over it and confuse everything. A whimper spilled up his throat and out of his mouth and there was an angry red mark down the side of his face from Faye's blow already, the flesh stinging. She could have hit him a lot harder than that, he knew; he knew that and yet he didn't know what to do. Jesse wasn't here to tell him what to do.
Keeping his head down and to the side where it had been forced with the strike, Micah trembled in Faye's grip and whimpered again, a wolfen sound from a human throat, animal and conflicted and confused and scared. Micah wanted to go but Faye had told him to stay. Faye was his superior within the pack, everyone was, and when they told him what to do, he had to do it, at least if he didn't want to get hurt. Micah didn't want to get hurt.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Dec 1, 2010 22:35:13 GMT
As nasty as Faye could be, she always made it a point to be sure that no one, save Erik when he wasn’t busy with other things, was around when she dealt with Micah. It wasn’t that she wanted to hide what she did and who she was, especially considering the fact that she liked others to know that she was not someone to cross lightly, but more that she didn’t want to be interrupted. Some would stop her if it seemed that she was having too much fun and Jesse would stop her outright, so she preferred to deal with Micah when there was no one there to stop her. Though she imagined it was possible others would never believe it, she did know how to check herself and avoid going overboard. It wouldn’t do to kill Micah, after all, and for more than one reason. She just enjoyed scaring him a little, occasionally roughing him up a bit when he rubbed her the wrong way.
Giving a little smirk when she heard the whimpers, she found her temper cooling at the sounds. She had wanted to cause pain, especially after the Omega had dared to struggle against her, and the fact that she was convinced that she had succeeded calmed her a good deal. She was on the edge where her temper was concerned, balancing and precariously close to slipping over the edge, which she would do if Micah pushed her again. Once that happened, she would cause as much pain as she could.
Stepping in front of Micah, she put her left hand on his shoulder and used her right to lift his chin and turn his face towards her, being gentle which, if the Omega was smart, would scare him more than the violence had. “I think another apology is in order, Micah. Wouldn’t you agree?”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Dec 4, 2010 20:01:55 GMT
Apologising to Faye was the smart thing to do, Micah knew, but when the lines all blurred and fear entered the equation it was just so hard for him to be smart about anything. His shoulder hurt and his face stung and he didn't want to be in the courtyard anymore. What he wanted to do was find Jesse and curl up beside the older, stronger wolf, draw comfort and peace from the fighter, the one member of the pack who seemed to care. As Omega, Micah knew it was his place to give the other wolves an avenue for release, a target they could turn to whenever they wanted or needed one, but he got scared. On some level he was still just so young, like a part of his brain hadn't caught up with the rest and it was at times like this when everything was so tense and daunting that he just lost the ability to understand.
"Yes-- n-no. I don't know." His voice had thinned out with fear and a kind of child-like distress, his blue eyes shining subtly with the first hint of tears that had yet to decide whether to rise or recede; it all hung on what exactly happened, what kind of response his words triggered in she-wolf who held his chin. The touch scared him, there was something dangerous in the care she took with him after the strike, the sudden change so unsettling. With another shapeless whimper in the base of his throat he tried to cower back and away, drawing his head out of her hold and closing his eyes to hide from the moment and all the confusion it brought.
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Dec 6, 2010 17:52:00 GMT
Knife was pulled out from its holster on his wrist, Erik idly playing with it, letting his fingers run over handle and blade. Really, there were times when just as much enjoyment could be gotten from watching as by doing, and seeing Micah squirm and tremble under Faye’s actions was… a rush that he felt so rarely, something that he was constantly chasing, that chance to feel and enjoy. The pain and fear of the Omega was almost something tangible in the air around them, something he could feed on as Faye did her magic.
Tip of the knife dug into one of his fingers, eyes dropping away from the scene in front of him for a moment simply to watch the way his skin moved around the blade, how it pooled around it, blood just waiting to do the same. Knife work called to him, the skill, the simple understated elegance that true knife work could provide, the beauty that could be found in using a blade. Eyes lifted again at that whimper, annoyed that their toy wasn’t behaving as he should. Really, they would be close to being bored by now if Micah had just taken it, but he had to fight. Not even a real fight, not really, even a fight would be more entertaining than this.
Oh. Micah pulled away, closed his eyes. That was just asking for trouble, the way in which he was acting as though it was safe to close his eyes, as though he was strong and powerful enough to close his eyes and that nothing bad would happen. And to pull away from Faye, well it was just downright rude, gold shot eyes watching him. “I believe Faye is talking to you, Omega. Answer her.” He stepped closer as he spoke tapping the flat side of his blade against the palm of his hand as he watched.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Dec 6, 2010 21:30:18 GMT
Erik had a point- had Micah cooperated and simply just gone along with things, they very likely would have been bored by that time and would have moved on to more interesting things. As it was, though, the fighting was keeping their attention more than Micah could possibly want, but that was all his fault. Fighting would get him absolutely nowhere and yet he had been doing exactly that, a very stupid thing on his part. Micah was right to be fearful, smart to be careful. There was just one problem…
“You don’t know, Micah? That just won’t do, now will it? It isn’t a proper answer.” She tightened her new grip on his shoulder as she grabbed him by the jaw and gave a low, warning growl. “Open your eyes, Micah. You don’t want to really make me angry, do you?”
In a way, she rather hoped he would give her another reason to lash out. It wasn’t that she actually needed a reason, but she occasionally liked to have one, if only so she could blame it all on the one she was taking her anger out on. It would never be her fault, of course, but it was so much easier to keep her ire up and her interest going strong if she well and truly believed that they had done something wrong towards her. Real anger, she had found, could make things a great deal more interesting.
She glanced to Erik. “If he keeps this up, I think we may have to teach him a real lesson.”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Dec 7, 2010 20:11:59 GMT
Fear was a powerful motivator, for Micah perhaps more than anyone else, despite how much of a constant it was in his life. Day in and day out there was an element of fear to much that he did and there was no shutting that down or denying it. In his own way he was controlled by it, he let it take over, and perhaps that had played a big part in his becoming an Omega.
Now was no exception, Erik and Faye's words and actions feeding that fear, like adding fuel to the flames and making them grow, hotter and brighter, spreading them outward; it felt like they were gnawing away at him inside, hungry and greedy, and yet another pitched whine twisted in his throat, eyes squeezing shut even tighter as though keeping them closed would keep the other wolves from hurting him too badly. It did nothing to lessen the bruising discomfort of Faye's grip on his shoulder and jaw, if anything it only made it all the more intense, like shutting off one sense had amplified another.
"No, I don't-- I'm sorry, I-- I just--" The fear spiked and a wolfen sound of pure, undiluted anxiety rose as he made to pull away, the shoulder in Faye's grip hunching upward in an attempt to dislodge it even as his feet shuffled back hurriedly, more than a little desperately.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Mar 2, 2011 19:37:53 GMT
Faye had been taught at an early age to revel in the fear she caused others, to understand that the fear was a statement of the power she had over someone, and power was something she dearly loved. Oh, there were those above her and she recognized their power and position, but she really cared very little about that. As long as she was left alone to do what she would, she was perfectly content to leave the tedious tasks that came with running a pack to those in charge. It gave her more time to enjoy herself.
The fear Micah gave off was intoxicating and she gave a quick, lethal little smile when he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. She could have squeezed harder, could have kept squeezing until she was satisfied with the pain the male was in, but she refrained for the time being. If he kept trying to escape her grasp, however, the situation was bound to change. Micah was just lucky she didn’t get angry over the fact that he hadn’t opened his eyes as he had been told.
“Are you trying to make me angry, Micah? If you keep this up, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” She paused for a moment. “Or maybe you do want to make me angry. Is that it? You want me to make your existence even more miserable than it already is?”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Mar 6, 2011 16:24:42 GMT
He should have stayed in wolf form. Micah favoured his wolf form over that of his human for a reason and the situation that had unfolded so quickly and unpleasantly in the courtyard was a prime example. If he was a wolf he was below everyone's line of sight, out of mind almost, just a pale shadow passing by close to the wall, nothing to worry about, easily overlooked and blissfully ignored. If his human shape it was so much easier for others to fixate on him, those like Faye and Erik. He should have stayed in wolf form.
"No," he gasped out hurriedly, "no, no, no, I don't." His head shook, dark hair spilling across his face as his breathing quickened and became increasingly shallower, almost the onset of an anxiety attack. In the darkness provided by his closed eyes he saw possibilities spilling like broken glass, fragments of what might be blazing brilliantly in his mind's eye bringing him to open them to try and chase the fearful flashes away. "I'm sorry," he pushed out in a rush, the words tripping over one another in their haste to fill the space between Micah and Faye.
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Mar 21, 2011 17:34:44 GMT
Micah’s fear was so extremely amusing. She loved watching the fear she helped to create, watching as he tried to appease her in some way so that maybe he could slip away into the shadows and lay low. That wasn’t about to happen. Even if it did for some odd reason, there was still Erik for him to contend with. She occasionally wondered who was better at their little hobby, her or Erik, but usually decided that she wasn’t really interested in it. Of course she thought she was better. It was nothing against Erik, since she admired his technique, but Faye wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t think she was better, at least in some way.
“You aren’t proving it, Micah. Those are just words. You better find a way to prove it if you don’t want me to start getting nasty.” She was curios as to what he might do and say to that, because she wasn't making idle threats, something she imagined he knew quite well.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Mar 22, 2011 0:34:31 GMT
"I--I don't--I don't know what to do," Micah stammered in a breathless sort of whisper, his head shaking back and force as his eyes shone with tears of fear and regret. He had done something wrong, he had been wrong in adopting his human form, the form that drew attention and attracted those like Faye and Erik, dangerous people who would do him harm without reason other than he was Omega and that was what he was for. "I don't know--" he mumbled with a whine that was so wolfen, so wild and animalistic, and the green of his inner animal flickered into his gaze. Panic was blurring the lines and he whined again, a thin sound in the back of his throat that was thick with uncertainty and guilt. He was sorry but he didn't know why, he didn't know why he needed to be sorry and that confusion was almost physically painful to him.
Should he try to change? Should he apologise again? He wished Jesse was there so he would know what to do, things were always clearer when Jesse was nearby but what would the other male do? Would he tell Micah what to do or would he confront Faye and Erik? No, he wouldn't do that, they outranked Micah and protecting or defending the Omega was just unnatural. Micah was alone and had to figure out what to do all by himself but he couldn't do that and he was so sorry for it that he wanted to break down and cry right there on the spot.
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